Kink Ep. 04: Threesome

Some days just go from bad to worse and today was definitely one of those days.

It started way too early with my phone ringing because my mother doesn't understand how time zones work. I avoid talking to her whenever possible so I didn't answer. That's when the text messages started. I shouldn't read those either, but I have no self-control. I mean she's my mother, what if there's something wrong with her? What if she's really calling to make sure I'm okay for once?

There was nothing wrong with her and she wasn't calling to check on me. Then I had a crap assignment with a jackass manager who thought hiring an admin meant playing grab ass in a construction trailer. I reported him to the agency, but that still means I didn't work today. Thankfully, Mike isn't making me pay rent, but my student loans, credit cards, insurance, and car payment all still have to be paid. I need to find a permanent position if I have any hope of getting back on my feet and I need to do that. I'm getting way too attached to Mike. After the revelations I had in that sex club I'm doing my damnedest to be objective about him but it's nearly impossible. I tell myself it's just sex it doesn't mean anything and then I catch myself daydreaming about an actual relationship. It's stupid. Even worse it's reckless. I'm going to get my heart broken, that much is certain the question now is how bad is it going to be.

Thankfully, getting home early means I'll have the house to myself for a few hours. Which gives me a chance to be in the right frame of mind when Mike comes home. Not an emotional train wreck.

Too bad he came home early too.

"What's wrong?" He asks as soon as he sees me.

"Nothing." I smile and immediately turn off the tv. I'm not crying because I don't cry. So, I'm not sure how he knows there's something wrong. He sits down beside me and levels that piercing gaze on me. Man, that look makes me feel like he can see right through me.

"You can tell me."

"What makes you think there's anything wrong?"

"You're wearing sweats." I immediately look at my legs, my knees are pulled up. He's right, I am wearing sweats I put them on when I got home and took my work clothes off.

"You're balled up on the couch." Mike continued, "You're watching a zombie movie. You hate zombie movies. So, what's the deal? Period? Do you need chocolate? Wine? A heating pad?" I can't help but laugh at that. I've never met a guy that wanted to be helpful with a period, most just disappear.

"Thank you, but no. I'm on long-term birth control. No periods."

"Wow, that's nice I guess."

"It's very nice."

"So, what's up?"

"I just had a crappy day, no biggie."

"Gimme a foot." He put his hand out but I'm not sure what he means. Still, I hesitantly put my foot in his hand. He pulled my sock off and began rubbing the arch. It felt really good I just wasn't sure why he was doing it. Was this leading to a foot fetish interlude? I hope so.

"Tell me about your day." His magic fingers are magic on feet too because it feels really really good. I can't resist turning more and relaxing back against the armrest on the couch.

"My mom is getting married." I blurted it out completely forgetting that it might bother him to hear about her. But he continued rubbing my foot without faltering.

"Isn't she already married?"

"Divorced last year."

"I haven't met this new guy, don't care to, but she called and texted and basically demanded that I be there for the wedding."

"Maybe she just wants you to be a bridesmaid or something."

"Yeah right, she has an angle she always does." I hate that her antics bother me so much, I'm an adult, I should be over it but I'm not.

"Yeah, probably."

"Did she... hurt you badly?" He looked surprised by the question and I guess he would be, it's kind of weird for me to be asking.

"No. I... I knew what I was getting into with her." I'm not entirely sure what that means, but I'm not sure I should question it.

"I think yours is still her longest marriage to date. Which I guess isn't surprising because her taste in men is... awful and you're actually a decent guy." Mike didn't say anything he just reached for my other foot and pulled the sock off. "I... I wouldn't have made it through my teen years if it wasn't for you. I know that and you should know that I really appreciate that and I regret the trouble I caused you."

"You didn't cause me any trouble and I didn't do anything extraordinary. You're tough and self-sufficient you survived your upbringing on your own. I'm glad I made things a little easier for you but it's your accomplishment."

"What accomplishment." I huffed, "I can't talk to her and yet I can't not talk to her. As much as I want to I can't tell her to fuck off. I still have this delusion that she gives a shit. I can't block her because what if she actually calls to see how I am. What if she actually remembers my birthday once." I can't believe I just spewed all that! I clamp my hand over my mouth to stop the flow of words but Mike just smiles at me.

"It's normal to want her approval. You've done a damn good job of distancing yourself from her example. Otherwise, you wouldn't have made it through college. You would have been married and divorced by now. Be proud of the woman that you are because you're amazing."

His words make me warm. My friends don't understand my weird love-hate relationship I have with her but he does. He sees a hell of a lot more than I ever gave him credit for. He's seeing a lot more now and I'm not sure that's a good thing. This is supposed to be about sex I need to keep it that way.

"You're a great listener, Dr. Montgomery." His eyebrows go up, and my foot slides lower. "I just don't know what this uncontrollable attraction I have to men in positions of authority is. I mean my professors, my supervisors... Doctors." I sit forward a little and rub my foot along his cock. It's starting to grow behind his slacks.

"Why don't you tell me what exactly it is you find yourself doing with these men."

"When I see them I just want to take my clothes off. I can't stop thinking about taking their dicks in my hands. I want their cum all over my tits I want them to fuck me doggy style and then come all over my ass." He's fully engorged now, he feels good against my foot. "What do you think Doctor, it must be some kind of mental defect to want your cum all over me right? Oh, I mean their cum."

"I don't think it's a mental defect at all just a sign of healthy sexuality. Have you tried acting out your fantasy?"

"Of course. How else would I have gotten an A in microeconomics?"

Mike laughed at that but I notice that he's now holding my foot against his cock, directing my movements.

"I was thinking maybe I should act out my fantasy with someone else. Maybe a professional that can make sure it's a normal fantasy and not a mental defect."

"That sounds like a very reasonable plan."

"Oh good, I was hoping you would think so." I sit up and sweep my shirt over my head. My bra quickly follows.

"Do my breasts look normal to you doctor? Maybe you should examine them."

"I'm not that kind of doctor."

"I think you should give me a very thorough examination, Doctor. Just to be sure there's nothing wrong with me. Maybe it's a physical affliction that's made me fuck every one of my professors... twice."

"I suppose there could be a physical cause." Mike reaches up and takes hold of my waistband and pulls my sweats down and then off."

"No panties, Ms. Carmichael?"

"When I wear them they're always wet."

Mike leans over me running his nose over my lower stomach. "You smell very enticing, no defect there. Spread your legs for me." Those words send a shudder through me. But my knees part immediately. He licks very slowly in three long swipes. "You taste delicious, no defect there." He slides two of his magic fingers into me and I can't suppress a moan. He moves his fingers against my g-spot and sucks my clit and I cum immediately.

"Hmm that seems to be an overactive orgasm response, this may be the problem."

"What should I do about it?"

"Have more orgasms, as many as possible." He begins licking my clit again making me squirm from the sensitivity.

"But Doctor I already have so many orgasms" I pant.

"In that case maybe a little orgasm denial is in order." His fingers backed off and his tongue circled around my clit not touching it. "Maybe It would help if I just work you up and up until you beg to come."

"Whatever you think is best doctor."

"Why don't you show me exactly what it is that you do to these men to make them cover you in cum." He stood and stripped off his clothes.

"What can you tell me about foot fetishes doctor?" Mike smiles and reaches for my foot.

"A fascination with feet or items that pertain to feet." He lifts my foot and puts his mouth over my big toe and sucks and I gasp. It's an odd sensation but it shoots sensation straight to my pussy, just like when he sucks my nipples. He moves down licking and sucking every one of my toes and I'm panting before he's even finished.

"Wow, that's... fantastic." He grinned and repeated the entire process, then took my other foot and did the same. I hope he wasn't serious about the orgasm denial because I'm really close to coming just from what he's doing to my toes.

"How do I make you come with my feet?"

He helps me sit up and move to the ottoman. My knees are bent and butterflied out to the side with the bottom of my feet together. Mike dribbles some lube on my feet and the holds them while he slides his cock in between. It feels really good. Mike's cock rubbing against my arches, but it seems wrong. I'm not doing it, he's just using my feet.

"Okay, doc I think I got it." Mike stops stroking his cock on my feet and releases them. I'm pretty flexible and my feet are pretty limber so I think I can do a better job.

Holding his cock up with my feet I lay over and suck the head of his cock.

"Mmm. Strawberry." I murmur against his cock. He switched to the flavored stuff after I told him I liked it. He groans and I know I'm on the right track. Sucking just the head while stroking with my feet. Unfortunately, this isn't the most comfortable position. I sit up and move back a little so I can actually use my toes. The slippery lube makes my toes slide easily and my red toenails make the visual pretty hot too. This is a lot more fun than a hand job and Mike seems to be enjoying it too. At least until he abruptly pulls away.

"Up on your knees." He barks and I quickly roll over and he penetrates me from behind in one hard push that makes me cry out. He doesn't hit my g-spot in this position it feels really good but I need him to touch my clit if I'm going to come. I reach to do it myself and he bats my hand away. I try again and he pushes me away again and delivers a sharp slap to my ass that makes me gasp. God, I love when he spanks me. Even the initial pain isn't all that painful anymore.

"What did I tell you? You have to wait. Let it build. I'll let you come when you beg." I want to come but the idea of begging, even in character leaves me a little cold. Mike puts his hand over the warm stinging spot on my ass and just leaves it there. Not hitting me again just letting his hand ride there while he rocks into me and it is unbelievable. I can't focus on anything but his hand. I want him to slap me again while at the same time I hope he doesn't. It's driving me crazy. Making my body pulse and tingle.

"Please make me come Dr. Montgomery," I cry out and he abruptly pulls out. He sits down on the couch and pulls me over to straddle him. He holds his cock up allowing me to impale myself and as soon as I slide down, the head of his cock runs right over my g-spot. And he knows it. He holds my waist controlling the depth and pressure of his cock.

"Why is it only men of authority Ms. Carmichael? Do you enjoy turning them into a quivering mass of need? Or do you enjoy the degradation, having them come on you, mark you?

"Mark me, yes please." I pant gripping Mike's shoulders. He alters his angle slightly targeting my G-spot and I come and just keep coming because he's not letting up at all. Finally, he lifts me just enough for his cock to slip free and it slaps against my mound and spurts milky fluid between us. I lean over just in time to suck the last few drops from his cock. He tastes like cum, and me, and strawberry lube. I rub his cum into my skin while I lay my head on his shoulder and he tugs me closer.

"What do you think Doctor. Is my nymphomania a mental defect?"

"I think you should probably see a therapist about that, I'm an optometrist. But your eyes are very healthy."

I tried not to laugh but I couldn't hold it. I laughed and Mike laughed. I laughed until my eyes watered and still I couldn't stop. Erupting in giggles every time I thought I was done.

"Are you hungry?" He asked at last. I'm starving. I really didn't eat anything today. "Chicken Piccata?"

"Mmm, my favorite." I murmur against his neck.

"I know." He turns his head and kisses my forehead. "Why don't you go clean up and put on something that doesn't say back the fuck off and I'll start it."

"If it said back the fuck off you didn't listen very well."

"Yeah, it's a character flaw."

A quick shower is the easiest but I don't know what to wear. I'm seriously tempted to go down there naked. If sweats say back the fuck off, then naked has to say take me now, right?

I don't go down naked just because I'm pretty sure he'd make me stay that way and I don't want to sit on a bar stool and eat dinner in the buff. So, I put on a pair of really short loose shorts and a light pink T-shirt that clings to my breasts. No underwear of course and I don't bother with a bra. We are definitely not finished tonight I need a little revenge for making me beg.

Mike is standing at the sink when I come down. He changed too he's got jeans on and a tight black T-shirt that looks really good stretched over his broad shoulders. I'm a little surprised that he put jeans on though unless he's planning to leave again.

"Hey, smells good. What's with the jeans?" I reach into the fridge for a bottle of wine as he turns.

"It's not Mike." My breath catches and I take a step back. He is nearly identical. Tall, well built, same dark eyes, hell even the same hairstyle but there are some differences. This man doesn't have any gray in his hair at all. He doesn't have little laugh lines by his eyes and his face is covered in dark stubble.

"Liam." I don't know what to say, I really wish I had my sweats back now. Or better would be a skirt and some heels, a full contingent of makeup. That's my battle armor. "I uh... I thought you were your dad." I look around, but Mike is nowhere to be found. Thankfully, all the evidence of our recent tryst is gone as well.

"I get that a lot," he said dryly.

"I bet. You uh... want some wine?" I'm still holding the bottle might as well offer.

"I'm good." He indicated a beer on the counter.

"K." I move to the cabinet where the wine glasses are because I have to do something I can't believe how off balance I feel.

"So how long have you been screwing my dad?"

I sigh and close my eyes because I know he can't see. I knew I was going to need that armor. "I'm just borrowing the guest room."

"Right, so it was some other hot blond getting fucked on the couch a little while ago?"

"I really couldn't say." I'm not looking at him. Pouring my wine instead.

"Don't worry about it, Jen. Liam and I are on the same page when it comes to sex." Mike's arrival in the kitchen makes me feel a lot better.

"Used to be," Liam grumbled.

I take my wine and slip the bottle back in the fridge. "I'm gonna go and let you guys catch up."

"Stay, dinner is almost ready." The words are a reminder that I'm starving.

"OK, I'll just go put some more clothes on then."

"Don't." Mike turns and steps toward me, "You look great." He slips a hand over my hip and drops a light kiss on my lips. "Liam is going to be nice, aren't you, Liam?" There is a subtle command in his voice and I know it's directed at both of us.

"Sure," Liam muttered but it didn't sound very convincing. Still, the kiss makes me feel better. Like I'm legitimate.

Out of options, I sit on the bar stool with my wine. And watch them. It's remarkable how alike they are. They don't just look like father and son, they look like a mirror image of the same person. They are exactly the same size, they move the same. They even sound the same. It might be creepy if they weren't both so hot. Liam was like a slightly rougher version of Mike. In his jeans and work-boots where Mike is in slacks and loafers.

"Jen?"

"Hmm?" I realize a second too late that Mike asked me a question. While I was daydreaming.

"I said do you want some more wine?"

"Oh, yes please." I hold out the glass while he pours and he catches my eye.

"Okay?" He asks pointedly and I know what he's asking but he did a great job of cheering me up earlier so I'm over my little pity party.

"I'm good, thank you." He smiles at me before moving away to check the chicken.

"So, Jenny, how's the degree going? Art History, right? Or was that the one you dropped out of?" Liam holds my gaze while he takes a swig of his beer. I hate it when he calls me Jenny and he knows it. Though at least he didn't say it with the Forrest Gump inflection like he used to, Jen-nay. Of course, the art history comment was just to bait me as well but I'm not taking it.

"Finished actually, though I was never an art history major. I graduated with honors with a Bachelors in Business Administration and a minor in Construction Technology."

"Who'd you have to screw for that."

"Liam." There is a warning in Mike's voice but neither of us relents.

"Sallie Mae did the screwing."

I see a smirk play around the corner of Liam's mouth but he hides it with his beer.

"I thought your mom paid your tuition?" Mike is frowning at me as if I had told him that but I know I didn't.

"Nope. She paid for my first semester. But she refused after that. So, I transferred to a state college that was cheaper, and filed for financial aid. Then I had to file for emancipation even though I was over eighteen because she wouldn't sign for financial aid. Set me back a year but I worked my ass off and made it up."

I met Liam's eyes daring him to belittle the accomplishment. But this time he stayed quiet.

"Some people never change," Liam muttered.

"And some people do. Namely me. I'm not the same person I was at fifteen so I'd appreciate it if you gave me the chance to make you hate the person I am now."

Mike laughed and then coughed to try to cover it as he put plates on the table. "Let's eat."

The first few minutes of the meal passed in silence. But it was clearly still bugging Liam because he finally spoke up.

"Age has nothing to do with it. You're still responsible for your actions."

"What actions? I never did anything to you that you didn't do to me. You dyed my hair pink!"

"You shaved my eyebrows."

"Only one." I defended trying not to laugh.

"This is all ancient history it's time to move on," Mike said calmly like the voice of reason but neither of us was listening to reason.

"I'm so glad you find this amusing I'm sure you thought it was hilarious when you put Ben Gay in my cup."

I'd completely forgotten about that. Liam was a Pitcher on his college baseball team and I put Ben Gay around the edge of his cup after he packed it for an away series. I felt justified at the time but I didn't find it funny now.

"You know I had to play the whole game like that? I missed the next two games in the series and spent a week icing my balls."

"I don't think it's funny actually. I'd forgotten about that. It was over the line and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause you pain."